A/N: Hi, everyone. This chapter is going to be really short compared to normal. I'll try to make up for it next time. Thanks for all the reviews so far. They've been great.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters.

Chapter 3: Mixed signals

Trunks and Pan took off until they were at a safe distance. Pan stopped and yelled at Trunks, "Where are we going?"

Trunks stopped also.

"Where do you want to go?"

After careful consideration, she said, "I know!," and grabbed his hand. She then put two fingers to her forehead and teleported them the Capsule Corp. Trunks room to be exact. She wanted to have a little fun with him, after all, it is her birthday. A birthday game was in order.

"Um, this is where you wanted to go?," asked a confused Trunks.

"Yeah, nobody will bother us here."

"Duh, did you forget about my dad being here?"

"Oh, he's a pussycat, he won't bother us." It always seemed that the girls had Vegeta wrapped around their little fingers.

"So why did you want to come here?"

"We need to talk," answered Pan.

She had began walking towards him. You could see by the look in his face that his heart was about to pop out of his chest. For every two steps she took, he would back up a step.

"So what do you want to talk about?," he asked.

"Stuff."

Again, she continued towards him. Pan was feeling much more like herself now, why she ever felt differently towards seeing him she'll never know. Right now though, she was just enjoying torturing the poor guy.

This time when he backed up, the backs of his legs hit something. 'Oh, shit,' he thought. He looked around and found himself against his bed, when he looked back to her, she was standing directly in front of him, almost nose to nose. She coyly put her hands behind her back, twisting back and forth innocently. This made her chest stick out, just enough that her nipples were pressing through the cloth of her swim top, against his bare skin. And to make matters worse, her moving back and forth rubbed created a certain friction between their bodies.

"You okay, Trunks," she asked with a smirk across her lips.

He would have seen it, had his eyes not been closed because of shivers running down his spine. His breathing was becoming rapid. Pan couldn't help but notice, this was the response she had hoped for. Relaxing her posture, so that their bodies no longer were making contact, she asked, "Trunks, are you alright? You look a little flush." She grinned at his awkwardness. He opened his eyes to find her still standing so close to him. It's not that he minded it so much, just that he thought he should be the one making the moves. If he knew Pan, she was just funning around with him. Since when did she ever act sexily toward him of all people. But there was that little incident earlier at the lake. Maybe, I need to turn the tables a little, just to see what she is up to.

He leaned forward, placing his nose and mouth next to her neck and shoulder. He breathed in a deep breath, inhaling her sweet, delicious scent. She smelled intoxicating to him. He whispered into her ear, "So how do you still smell so good even after swimming in that fishy lake water?"

His sudden action took her completely by surprise, she had not expected this. His warm breath caressing her neck was about to drive her insane. Cold chill bumps were starting to cover her arms and if that wasn't enough, her nipples were beginning to get hard.

'How is he doing this to me? His warmth feels sooo good.'

Her bodies reaction did not go unnoticed. Just the sight of the overly large pebbles protruding from the cloth that covered them, made him drool. Unconsciously, he ran his tongue across his lips to catch the liquid before it could escape. As if anticipating being able to have one in his mouth, he bit his lower lip, dragging his teeth across it. Not realizing what he was doing, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Pan breathed a sigh of relief as she thought the torment was over. However, she could not have been further from the truth. If she had only reacted quick enough, she could have backed away, out of his reach. But, it was too late. He ran his hands up behind her back, and pulled her toward him.

'Damn, now what am I going to do? OK, let's try this,' she thought as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him backwards to lie down on his bed. She climbed atop of him with her hands on her hips.

"And just what do you think you were doing, young man?"

'Let's see, better come up with a good one,' he thought.

"Just coping a feel?"

He hadn't really touched her anywhere other than her back. He watched as she registered his answer.

"I thought coping a feel was more like this," she said as she took both his hands and placed them on her breasts.

'OK, I get it now, she's still playing with me. Hmph! We'll see about that.'

"Well, actually, it would be more like this," he replied as he ran his thumbs underneath the fabric of her swim top and encircled her nipples.

She couldn't help but allow a breath to escape her lips. She was frozen, under his spell.

He smiled at her. Her little game had backfired.

"So, do you give up?"

She looked at him questionably, "What do you mean, do I give up?"

"Your little game, do you concede?"

"How did you know?"

Hesitantly, he moved his hands down to rest on her thighs. "Are you kidding me? Do you really think all of that would get me worked up? It takes a LOT more than that to work me up."

She looked at him for a second, then she worked her way off of him and the bed. She walked away a few steps, turned and looked at him again. By now he was standing. She thought about what had just happened with them. Sure it had been a game, hadn't it? Did she really want him, all of him? Is it *just* a game to him? Did she want it to be more than a game? So many unanswered questions. She had to get away from him for awhile. With a glimmer of hurt in her eyes, she turned to him, meeting his gaze, and placed two fingers again to her forehead.

He watched her, her actions troubled him. Then when she turned and met his gaze, 'Was that hurt I saw in her eyes? It was just a game, wasn't it?' But before he could ask, he watched as she disappeared from his sight.

A/N: Well, that's it for ch. 3. Again sorry so short. If you like, please review. TTFN!